A/N: This one has a different tone than the first two, probably because it's more Gin POV. PLEASEEE review if you like it.
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Rangiku really did look like a goddess that morning.
It was early still. The sun had only just risen, the orange-pink light streaming through the large windows, reflecting off the bare walls. Especially for a captain's suite, the room was sparsely furnished. Only a mattress lay on the floor with undecorated white sheets. There was nothing else in the room except for two swords and two uniforms in a pile in the corner, reflecting their hasty removal the night before.
The sunlight brightened, streaming in and hitting her at just the correct angle, framing her long blonde waves like a soft sheath around her body. The light fell in her eyes and she squirmed before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, wide open and taking in the world. Her pink lips parted slightly as she stifled a yawn, stretching, every bit the wonder-eyed child she was in Rukongai.
She oriented herself, her eyes falling on the half empty sake bottle propped up next to Haineko and a half-naked Gin looking at her with a mischievous smile as he pulls on his uniform. Comprehension dawns and her hazel eyes light up with scattered memories of the night before. Pure pleasure.
The only thing between him and her is the sheer white sheet she holds lazily over her curves with one hand as she looks at him seductively. Whether the look is intentional or not, decades of longing and passion escaping in one glance, he doesn't bother to dwell on.
"Good morning," she said, her voice still deep from sleep. The phrase is almost like a question, filled as it is with suggestion and possibility.
He really wanted to pull the sheet off and ravage her (again. repeatedly.) It's any man's dream, the fantasy of half the straight men in Sereitei. Gin felt a heady rush of half pride and half lust. He is, after all, only a man.
But he settled for an imperceptible wink of apology and one last look at the beautiful sight in his bed. He was gone in a flash-step.
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Can't keep Aizen-sama waitin', ya see.